The new race.
Is your blood on fire?
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This is before he has finished the translation and become La Magra, seeing as how...well the world would be in ruins.
I also play Mercury from time to time.
Tracking; topofthefuckingfoodchain
Note; Deacon Frost is an asshole who doesn't give a shit. I'm pretty nice, so feel free to stop bye and say hello!
-no gifs are mine-
The hunter could feel the blood soaking through her shirt, the smell of it making her feel vaguely sick. Tyler wrapped her arms tightly around him, she kept repeating that it would be okay, he was alright, everything would be fine. She told him so many times that she wasn’t sure if it wasn’t coming out in German or in English any more, her eyes began to itch as the child sobbed. For once the cause wasn’t the cambion colour trying to show itself.
After what felt like forever she moved one arm around to her back and slowly drew the electric pistol Hannibal had given her. She kept the other arm wrapped around the boy, continuing to hush him gently in an attempt to avoid him noticing as she slipped the weapon between them and without another moments hesitation, squeezed the trigger.
Of cours he didn’t notice. All he could hear was her heart, oh how he longed for one. Those precious few moments before his existence was wiped from the planet, his world closed in around him and became as small as that sound. That human sound. Not in desire to feed, or hurt, but just in longing.
When the bullet passed through him, he had second to react. They were used to tense his body as his eyes flew open. Deacon stumbled back, tripping and landing on his bum - looking as innocent as any other child in that moment (well minus the blood). He stared at her incredulous as a burning pain spread quickly though his head and filtered through his body. His mouth opened for a blood curdling scream to rip from his throat.
A moment later, he was nothing but a pile of ash. A legacy, an empire brought down by the simple pull of a trigger.
She let a soft sigh pass by her lips as she moved to shift her weight to one side as she folded her arms across her chest, letting her eyes roll skyward at his comment, she couldn’t resist throwing him a snarky retort back to that “only to the ones I really don’t like” her frown soon tugged the corners of her mouth upwards into a soft smirk.
Buffy was all for the witty banter at the start of a fight, but that usually came from her, not the opponent. It also only lasted a few seconds, until they simply got into the fight and more often than not, the fight would only last a few minutes before the vampire met the pointy end of her stake. Since this guy was clearly not attempting to make the first move, it looked like she would have to, lacing her fingers tightly around the stake that was placed in her jeans, back pocket she slowly pulled it out and held it in front of her.
“I think you know what happens next don’t you?” though she was curious as to what plans this vampire had, as he didn’t seemed to interested in her, which was odd as most vampires wanted to kill the slayer, but not him. Still, if he was dust then his plans couldn’t exactly go into motion now could they?
Finally, this exchange of words was going to be over, as he saw her grow tired of it. There was something beneath the surface in him that stirred excitedly as he felt the air thicken with the expectation of violence. His eyes looked down to her weapon, his head tilting as a silent expression of confusion crossed his features.
A wooden stake? That was myth - or at least he thought it was. So that meant either this girl wasn’t the vampire slayer she thought she was and this would be over a lot quicker that expected or…maybe some vampires really did dust with a wooden bite to their heart. Either way, this woman was in for an unpleasant surprise. Only sunlight or silver could kill his kind…and he had seen much more sophisticated weaponry than this.
“Hm,” his electric blue hues pulled back up to her face, “Yeah I guess I do,” he barely even tensed in response, still waiting on her to make the first move, “Though, it’s been such a joy to speak with you,” he goaded.
the silence was going to finish him off. he’d never been a patient man before so he just wished Frost would give him an answer instead of taking his sweet time. even if it was decline his offer, at least he’d know instead of playing a guessing game in his mind. when the vampyre came forward Scud swallowed nervously, but stopped himself from flinching as that hand rose. originally he thought it was going to go for hi neck and he was glad when it didn’t.
a grin showed on his face at Frost’s words. “alriiight. we’re gonna blow this fucker sky high,” the was the best news he’d heard in a while. “and it’s my fuckin’ nickname, man. maybe later i’ll tell you how i got it.” the story wasn’t very exciting, truth be told, but ever since he never went by Josh again.
Scud figured they were going to get to business immediately, but the vampyre was leading him elsewhere. to the elevator of all fucking places. what the hell? no, that wasn’t supposed to be the end. “wait, that’s it? you gotta be shitting me.” he protested, unable to stop himself. “we need to do stuff, D! we can’t waste time!”
ordering around his new employer was one of his stupider decisions, but Scud got stupid when he panicked.
The little ways that Scud was affected by Deacon’s amicable (well it seemed that way, there always seemed to be an underlying presence of intimidation in everything he did) gestures did not go unnoticed. After getting such good news, well it only made the slight smirk on his face tug more at his mouth. Maybe today wasn’t such a bad day after all.
Though he cared little about learning the story behind Scud’s nickname, he did enjoy the kids enthusiasm. Even when it seemed like he was trying to call the shots, “Scud, Scud,” he cooed soothingly, “Don’t worry about, you’re safe now and isn’t that what you wanted?” his voice was intended to lull him into security, “Patience, is a virtue you know,” he explained, and fuck did he of all people know it. Scud’s impatience was nothing compared to the years it took to build his house, to accomplish his goals to only have him demoted to nothing. Sure, he wanted Blade, but it was also not the most important thing on his list, nor was it the most immanent issue.
A soft ding brought the elevator to his floor and it slid open. Keeping his hand on the man’s shoulder her led him inside, “Besides, I’m hungry, and I doubt you’d want to get between a vampire and his meal huh?” there was a jokingly ominous tone to his voice as the elevator slid shut again behind them.
No Church in Wild || Jay-Z& Kanye West
A Deacon Frost Playlist
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?
We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
Akasha walked along her long manor halls with her head held high, ignoring the maids that bowed in her presence. Akasha glided along the floor until she was stopped by one female in particular, bowing down to her feet, blocking her path. “What?” She questioned sternly, “You have to see this, my Queen.” The girl quickly stood up and handed her a file. Akasha took it and began to examine the details inside, “Who is this?” She questioned as her eyes roamed the photograph, “His name is Deacon Frost. He has been causing quite the up roar in the New York, Manhattan area - most of the word around is that he did a slaying of a pure blood.” The girl spoke. Akasha eyed everything over before a grin came to her lips. She closed the file and handed it back to the girl, “Pack for New York.” Was the last words Akasha said before she continued down the hall.
Akasha connections were in fact limitless, so getting a jet prepared for her was no problem at all. The flight wasn’t that long and once she arrived she informed the guards to take her things to the assigned hotel, while she hunted down this Deacon Frost. Her words were immediately herd and agreed upon as she watched everything get loaded into the trunk, smirking she disappeared in a flash to where she was told his penthouse would be. She arrived to come face to face with three guards, “What’s your business here?” One questioned as the other aimed their guns at her, she merely chuckled. “Your… employer. I have business to discuss with him.” She spoke calmly. “Deacon is not taking any visitors at this time.” He spoke in a stern warning tone, “He will accept this visitor.” She said as her eyes locked on to his and when he opened his mouth to speak Akasha right hand ripped through his chest, taking a hold of his heart and crushing it within her grasp, “Now.” She spoke in a cold tone of voice towards the others as the male turned to ash in front of her. She watched as they began to fire their weapons at her but to their dismay she was gone. She suddenly appeared behind on, grabbed the back of his skull and smashed the front of his face into the concrete turning it to mush. She then tossed the body to the side and slowly approached the now shaking male, “Must I get rid of you too?” She spoke before grinning, the male shook his head, “N-n-no! F-follow me.” He said before quickly walking inside the home. He lead her to where a group of others were laid on each other smoking and drinking, sharing kisses while listening to music. “St-stay here. I will get him.” He said before quickly leaving her side. All eyes were on Akasha as she walked through the path of people all sitting and laid out with one another. She went out towards the pool area, where there was a beautiful view of the city and stood there in silence. Waiting ever so patiently.
Deacon is old. He is, by no means old enough to be considered ancient, but he has seen enough of the world to no longer be considered a new born vampire. So when the whisper of Akasha’s presence nearby crept across his skin, in ways that he did not undertand he stirred. Vanessa, a beautiful woman with chocolate skin was lying on his bed, in his startling white room. Deacon rose, leaving the woman’s gentle teasing touches to go check his security, not knowing why he suddenly felt so, awake.
“What are you doing baby?” she asked in a seductive tone that was designed to coax him back to bed. He provided no answer. Instead he saw a warning sign beeping at the bottom of the screen and he cursed under his breath. Picking up a headset, he clipped it into his ear and made a call.
“What the fuck is going on?” Deacon demanded as he grabbed a deep clue collared shirt and began buttoning it up around his pale in comparison skin. The situation was corresponded to him, “You led her into the fucking building?” he asked, rage building within, but also…curiosity. Who was she and why did she come for him. As he made his way to the downstairs lounge he gave the man on the other end a good chastising before ripping the headset off his head by the time the elevator revealed the room to him. He stepped out, sensing her before actually seeing her. Her back ans sensual curves were exposed to his eyes as dark hair cascaded down her back. Usually when Deacon Frost walked in a room, people turned to look - a little ripple of excitement stirred through the room. Not this time, all his guest;s attention was focused on the mysterious woman standing out by the pool as they whispered in each other’s ear.
Deacon took a few quick strides towards her, though his anger still boiled beneath the surface he also knew how to keep a calm demeanour Calm, but intimidating, as he approached his head titled to the side just so, “Want to tell me why you decided to squish my guards like insects?” he questioned, well…it sounded more like a demand than anything else.
ooc; I know right! Look at this:
AND LOOK AT THIS
Tell her she is crazy for me alright?
ooc; oh hey guys, my queue ended! I still exist though, and I wanna work on replies (though I suspect most of you don’t love me no more T_T <3)
“What the fuck do you care?”
ooc; Shut up Deacon, yes, the mun identifies as female.
